Looking at the graceful figure and alluring smile of the Baihua Palace Master, Weisheng Zhimei, Yu Xinghuo, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, said in an unusually cold tone, "Listening to the Palace Master's words, it seems you think I'm inferior to him. Not only that, but the pride in your tone makes me feel like you're praising your own man."
The alluring Baihua Palace Master Weisheng Zhimei chuckled gracefully, slightly raising her eyebrows as she smiled, "When Shen Qiang married his Daoist couple, Bai Jiao, I was one of the bridesmaids. Most of the Cultivation World knows about this, so naturally, I praise him."
Yu Xinghuo looked coldly at Weisheng Zhimei and said, "I was perplexed before. With my prestigious reputation, how could your Baihua Palace refuse my proposal to Weisheng Qian Dai? Turns out, it's because you've already set your eyes on Shen Qiang."
Upon hearing these blatantly confrontational words.
